Annie strolled herself to the scene before her: a tied up, giant man, lying right on the floor of the exhibit...with Jedediah on his horse before it. Shaking her head in both disapproval and distaste, the cowgirl moved herself right next to the horse that her leader was riding on. Adjusting the black hat upon her head, her pistols sat within the holsters of her waist, and a hunting gun strapped to her back. 

Honestly, while watching the scene before her, Annie found this to be ridicule. Sure, she may have seen the large beings every time when she was asleep in her constant wax-like position during the daytime, but this was surely ridiculous for a comeback. For her and the rest of the miniature people, they were only two inches tall. How could they handle such force? 

There was no stopping Jedediah from achieving his goals. That, Annie knew quite clearly. Whenever they both had to settled their differences, shooting competitions (like in the typical Western days) weren't the solution. When it came to winning over Annie, every miniaturized pioneer within the diorama knew well to not compete with her in a public duel. It was clearly declared by Jed that one night to never cross 'Little Miss Sure Shot' (even though he says so to avoid the embarrassment of his guns not being able to work). 

[i]'He's kidding, right?'[/i]
That was the only thought that came to Annie's mind when she noticed the incoming train coming down the tunnel in the distance. The cowgirl did find herself in a predicament that was far beyond, even her own control. It was true; she wasn't the one in charge, although there have been times where she would do so behind Jed's back. If she was being honest with herself, half of the cowboy's brain was riddling with the word "crazy"; not that she will admit or tell him any time soon.